Mouths are Wide

I have never cared to trust people, as I have never fully trusted anyone to begin with. I share the part of my life I am comfortable sharing; sharing is caring. I can see all of the gray trees surrounding me. Their mouths are wide, formed in the shape of a large circle. Their teeth are sharp, somewhat clawed. More teeth than one would usually expect to find within the mouth of a tree. The trees are angry, upset with all of us. I can see their anger, slowly dripping off from their sharp, clawed teeth. The trees seek the human’s blood, as the humans sought the tree’s lumber, and their sap. The trees would approach and attack us, if they were not rooted into the Earth. I have never seen anything like those clawed teeth before in my life. It is easy to kill anything, which cannot defend itself.

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